Chapter 1545

Two minutes Later, touching the corner of his mouth, he moved Blair’s name to the top of the list, which

meant, to Wesley, Blair had just become the most troublesome person on the planet.

The next morning, Blair got up very early to create a chance to meet

Wesley. She had found out his entire schedule—-when he would return from his morning exercise and

what time he would enter the elevator.

However, none of that happened. The man didn’t show up as she had expected. Actually, to avoid her,

last night, he had decided to take the stairs from that day on instead of riding the elevator.

For the next three days, Blair didn’t meet Wesley even once in the building. Just when she started to

think that he probably hadn’t been home lately, she heard the sound of his door closing as he left the

apartment in a hurry.

She wondered when he had come home and why she hadn’t met him earlier.

Blair had art lesson that afternoon. She didn’t want to go, but Joslyn liked art and wanted her company,

so Blair agreed to attend the Lesson.

In the drawing studio, Blair doodled on the drawing board with her black crayon. Half the lesson had

passed and she still hadn’t drawn anything worthy.

The young female guidance counselor walked over to her and frowned.

“Blair, what are you doing? What is that?” she reprimanded.

The white drawing paper on Blair’s board was filled with useless doodling. She quickly tore it and

tossed it into the waste basket.

“It’s nothing. I’ll start over now.”

Angela’s Library

The guidance counselor walked away, grumbling under her breath.

Watching her figure receding, Blair made a face behind her back.

The counselor wasn’t theirs to begin with, and the drawing studio wasn’t where her duty was. She was

only in the studio because their art instructor had been occupied elsewhere lately. Since this female

guidance counselor knew a bit about art, she had been substituting for the art instructor for the past few

days.

However, for some reason, the guidance counselor seemed to have a problem with Blair since the very

beginning, which was part of the reason why Blair didn’t want to attend this class.

Joslyn snorted and mumbled, “I think she is jealous of you. You’re prettier than her and you have a lot

of admirers.”

Blair gave her a sideways glance and drew a big cross in the air with her black crayon.

“No way! She and I are neither the same age nor in the same grade.”

“That is so irrelevant. She is much nicer to the others.” Joslyn rolled her eyes at the guidance counselor

Blair said, “She is mean to you as well.”

Joslyn replied, “She’s only mean to you and me, Blair.”

“Joslyn! Blair! What are you two whispering about?” the guidance counselor yelled as she pushed her

glasses up her nose bridge. The entire studio heard her.

Joslyn swung the crayon in her hand and replied, “We’re drawing.”

The guidance counselor wasn’t going to let them off yet.